Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.